Medical Negligence

I’m asking myself that question all week. As you all know, I’m a bit risk-phobic. I really freak out at the slightest chance I could get a bruise, let alone really hurt myself, or even *gulp* die.

The fact I haven’t ever been on a plane is almost a point of pride for me. I hardly ever drive, and when I do, I stick to the speed limit and stay in the slow lane. I get around on my quite safe public transportation and by walking, and I do very well at all that.

However, the downside to all this is that I’m somewhat confined to my city life, which I love, but it does get a bit monotonous. I don’t get the chance to travel much because I don’t trust transportation. What’s a girl to do?

Well, take a cruise, maybe. I’ve got a friend who wants to go on a big cruise through the Caribbean next spring, and I think that sounds incredible. Beautiful beaches, good-looking people, lots of drinks, a few safe adventures…I’ve been dreaming about it since I first heard, but then I started wondering if I’d really be able to pull it off. First, I’d have to fly for the first time to even get to the ship, and then I’d be on the water for a week.

Okay, the flight I’ve managed to rationalize by looking up some statistics, but I see less information about how often there are accidents on cruises. In fact, when I think about it, the only cruises I can remember hearing about are the one that crashed in Italy and the big food poisoning one, I think in Florida. That doesn’t bode well, does it?

Maybe I shouldn’t have started researching at all. A little googling, and I came across lawyers who specialize in assisting those who were injured by cruises. It seems absurd, to be injured on a luxury boat, but it must happen if there are lawyers who make their whole careers out of such things, right?

I don’t know; now I’m typing all this, I feel like I shouldn’t go. Sandy beaches and Caribbean rum aren’t worth all that risk, right? I’d be safer just watching 6 Days and 7 Nights and buying rum at the store. Could I do that for a week, though?

With winter coming on as well, the temptation to say yes is getting stronger. I’m a little tired of worrying so much about these things, and I’d like to just throw my arms up and say I’ll do it and then figure out how to pull it off later.

But what if I have a panic attack in the middle of the ocean? Or what if I fall off when pulling a Leo and Kate? Never mind, I’ll never get even close to the side, who am I kidding?

Still, I think I have to do it. It’s worth taking at least one risk in life, right?